Email This Post HomeHumorTwo Naked Girls and Magical Shrimp Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 Humor 16 Comments Outside the air hung heavy with summer heat, but inside the pub, the vodka and sodas flowed icy and endless. The sticky Irish bar served as the epicenter of my stalking activities, and now I sat grinning and buzzed, perched at a table with Mike (A.K.A: my prey and future husband) and another couple. Basic math made me giddy. 1 couple + Mike + Me = Two Couples Everyone in the bar could see what Mike had not yet grasped. He and I were a couple. The faster the blue-eyed fool admitted it, the faster I could stop planning to “accidentally” show up wherever he roamed and get on with the business of taking his presence for granted for the rest of our lives. Unfortunately, the girlfriend he’d broken up with months earlier was embroiled in a family health crisis, and had begged him to linger and help her cope. Well played. I couldn’t even point out what an obvious ploy it was without sounding like a monster. Our budding romance was left on idle, meted out in stolen moments and wistful glances. The bartender barked last call. The four of us stepped outside into a wall of humidity, almost comforting after the dry chill of the air conditioning. We proceeded in that aimless way people do right before someone says “Well, I guess I better get home.” I couldn’t let that happen. I wanted keep Mike near as long as possible. Jack, the man making one half of the other adorable couple, offhandedly mentioned something about boats. “Want to go out on my boat?” said a high, desperate voice I didn’t recognize. Who said that? Eyes trained on me. Oh no. I’d said that. My father kept a 17 foot Parker, a center console Boston Whaler-type boat at a nearby marina. He had told me where the keys were and how to operate it, but I don’t think Dad had in mind me tooling around the Chesapeake Bay at 2AM with a boat full of drunks, no matter how crucial the move might be to my stalking operation. “Boat sounds perfect!” said Jack. “Absolutely!” said Kim. “I guess…” said my darling Mike, pathologically unable to fully commit to anything. Our weaving path altered to point in the general direction of the marina. I practiced the speech where I explained to my father why every boat near ours had a streak of paint the color of our little Parker on it, while the Parker itself had been stripped bare. The last time I’d driven the damn thing the wind had pushed me into another boat’s propeller, rubbing off part of the “P” and leaving the logo on one side announcing the Parker had been demoted to “Farker.” I’d been stone sober then. Arriving at the dock, we piled into the boat and, old salt that I was, I lowered the engine. We pulled out of the slip and putt-putted out to the wide Severn River where a cross-eyed Lhasa Apso could man the helm and be in no danger of hitting anything. I cut the engine and we bobbed in the dark water, conversations from the bar picking up where they left off beneath a bright summer moon. Ten minutes after positioning ourselves in the center of the river, Kim announced she was hot in a breathy, dramatic voice usually reserved for soap queens and porn stars. A mischievous grin crept across her face. I didn’t know her that well, but at that moment I remembered being told she was a card-carrying nut-job. Kim spun away from the group and took off her shirt. Bra snapped open and dropped. Skirt shimmied down. She took a step up on the side of the boat and gracefully dove into the water. “I did not see that coming,” I said. “I did,” mumbled Jack, lighting a cigarette. The boys seemed oblivious. Jack had already seen Kim in every possible state of undress. Years of practice had taught Mike never to paid attention to another guy’s girl, particularly when she was doing her damnedest to make you notice she was naked. “Come in!” Kim called motioning to me from the water. I took a moment to consider my level of intoxication and found it not lacking. I had never been a skinny-dipping-in-the-middle-of-the-house-lined-river-at-2am type before, but then again, I hadn’t been in the position. And if circling Mike like a moon had not yet convinced him of my adoration, maybe nudity would. I slipped out of my summer dress and into the water. Kim and I tread water by the side of the boat, clothed by the dark water. The boys ignored us, other than to politely decline our invitations to join. We were just getting ready to climb back in the boat, when the water began to glow with an eerie purple iridescence. For the first time, I understood why people in alien movies freeze when beautiful, but ultimately deadly, eerie lights appear. They’re pretty. Even the aloof males in the boat noticed our ethereal glow. The movement of our legs made the lights brighter, and we guessed the the ghostly spectacle to be the work of tiny iridescent shrimp. I was half enthralled by the natural wonder, half annoyed it took glowing crustaceans to make the jackasses in the boat notice two naked girls. When the novelty finally faded, Kim and I climbed back into the boat and dressed. I moved to the helm and Mike took the seat beside me. Jack joined Kim in the back. The moonlight on the water glistened around us, nearly as beautiful as the ethereal purple shrimp. I looked at Mike, and found him staring at me. I felt my face grow hot. “That was sort of magical,” I mumbled, fluffing my wet hair with my hand. Mike snorted a laugh. He looked away shyly, but I could see he was grinning. Well he’d committed to a smile, I thought. All it took was two naked girls and magical shrimp. This should be easy. Author Recent Posts Amy VansantAmy Vansant is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-Selling author specializing in fun, funny fiction --- even the murder mysteries. Latest posts by Amy Vansant (see all) Too Many Book Deals, Steals, Kindle Giveaways… - May 27, 2020 Name the Hurricane Winners, Win a Kindle + Books - May 19, 2020 Name the Hurricane, Women Sleuths 99c Sale & Giveaway - May 14, 2020 16 Responses Lance July 17, 2013 haha I heard Emininem’s “two trailer park girls go round and round” when I started reading this. Abby will back me up on that weird deal. I love the water, don’t like boats except small fishing ones, stupid, right? 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 I grew up around boats and my father was a lobster fisherman and I’m not a huge fan of boats either, so I don’t think it is weird at all! 1 likes Reply Melissa Marie July 17, 2013 I woo’d by beau with “So are you watching basketball tonight?” repeatedly via text during the course of March Madness until he invited me to watch a game with him which we ignored. I got game! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 Excellent! 1 likes Reply Chooplah July 17, 2013 Oh Mikey, you never stood a chance! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 No, no he really didn’t. You don’t know the half of it.;) 0 likes Reply MikeB July 17, 2013 Love this 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 This has to be Martinko. Who else would know Mike’s nickname AND know how to read? 0 likes Reply cj July 17, 2013 A funny and well told story, Amy!!! Mike is one cool cat. Does he play Poker? I don’t. Anyhow, One of the first things I did to impress Tammy was to tell her that she wasn’t a pig like the girl that my friend brought to the pub. My friend and his girl were not supposed to hear that though. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 You’re quite the charmer! 😉 0 likes Reply Tammy R July 17, 2013 I loved this whole piece, Amy! I am such a story for a great love story – especially when they aren’t typical and movie-like! 1 likes Reply Beduwen July 17, 2013 Great story! I met my college boyfriend for a long (reunion) weekend in Savannah – we hadn’t seen each other in 24 years – and I knew right away that the “spark” was still there. He did too, but it wasn’t until I told him I was NEVER getting married again (sitting in a wine bar, mind you) that he got veeery interested, lol. We got married two days later. 🙂 1 likes Reply Tammy R July 17, 2013 Ha! It seems that is a fine pick up line. I told my husband (then co-worker) that I was done with men too! 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 17, 2013 TWO DAYS? I bow to the master! 0 likes Reply Deb July 18, 2013 Sounds like fun! We used to go skinny dipping, or “chunky dunking” as I like to call it, late at night in our pool. Nowhere as exciting as what you did though! Kudos ~ 0 likes Reply Megly Mc July 24, 2013 Yeah, boobs and shellfish…that was playing dirty pool…he didn’t have a chance. 🙂 Annnnnd now I’m googling about shrimp glowing… 1 likes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Add me to Amy Vansant's Humor Newsletter!